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his hips slows a little, and his fingertips find a new rhythm, sliding over my slippery clit in tight, fast circles.

“Sawyer,” I pant, “I’m gonna… come… again.”

“Fuck yeah, you are, love.” There’s a delicious note of determination in his voice, and when I follow through on my promise and come all over his cock again, he lets out a low groan.

He still doesn’t stop though. He brushes his fingers up and down over my clit, gentling his touch just enough to let me recover, and when my hips start shifting on the pillow again, he picks up the pace, pinching my clit between two fingers as he slams into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

It’s all I can say.

All I’m physically capable of saying.

“That’s right.” There’s amusement in Sawyer’s voice, along with a rough strain as his body tenses above mine. “That’s exactly what I’m doing to you, angel. And I love that you love it. Say it again. Scream it. And scream my name.”

As if the words alone might not be enough to make me wholeheartedly comply, his fingers become a blur on my clit, pushing the pleasure inside me over the tipping point one more time.

I convulse beneath him, clenching around him so tightly that I’d actually be worried I might hurt him—if I could still think about anything other than the sensations barreling through me.

“Fuck! Sawyer!”

Maybe it’s the sound of me cursing and screaming his name like he demanded, or maybe he just can’t hold back anymore. But with two more deep strokes, he empties himself inside me, his cock thickening and pulsing as he comes.

We’re both sweaty and breathless as he pulls out of me again. More cum drips from me, but I’m too sated and exhausted to worry about it.

Luckily, I don’t have too. Sawyer presses a warm kiss to my shoulder and then crawls off the bed. He returns from the attached bathroom a moment later and uses a damp towel to help me clean up, tossing the ruined pillow onto the floor before dropping to his back and pulling me into the crook of his arm. One of my legs flops over his as I rest my cheek against his chest, and even though I’m still basically boneless, I find the strength to smile.

“That was nice,” I murmur, in the understatement of the freaking century.

“It was.”

Sawyer brushes my dark hair away from my face, and I can hear the smile in his voice. He’s quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again, his words are a low murmur.

“I don’t know what we did to deserve you, angel. Probably nothing. But I’m glad as hell that we found you.”

Chapter Six

Phoenix

The best thing about living in what’s basically a fortress in the middle of nowhere is that I have an actual, straight-up command center.

I’m big on privacy, and I’m really big on not being bothered by unwanted visitors, so my entire place is built around the theme of “fuck off.” There are alarm systems and protective wards all around the property, not to mention the land mines, which are a personal favorite.

So I was being totally serious when I promised the guys and Trin that we’d all be safe here. Beck’s got some state-of-the-art security at his place too—thanks to me—but he’s on the top floor of a Manhattan high-rise. It’s harder to get the same level of protection in a building like that.

Humming to myself as I lean back in the comfy rolling chair, I swivel slightly back and forth as I scan the security footage from all over the complex. I had a massive bank of monitors installed because it looks cool as fuck, plus it allows me to scope out almost every corner of the property covered by security cameras all at once, both inside and outside.

Everything looks like it should, and no alarms have been triggered. Some of the wards should dampen the signal Trinity is putting out thanks to her demon mark, so that should buy us a little extra time.

But we can’t just hole up here indefinitely, as great as that sounds. Sooner or later, a bunch of bloodthirsty supernatural bounty hunters will show up.

I do another sweep of the screens, and movement catches my eye as I glance at the security footage from the living room.

“Whoa,” I murmur, leaning forward a little.

Trinity and Sawyer are the only two left in the living room, and they’re both sitting on the couch. Even through the footage on the screen, I can